Sacraments

Managed to drag our friend, the padre, up to our land this morning - think he was slightly bemused by the rudimentary nature of our palácio, as he kept calling it. Not to mention the state of filth Mike was in - he was just knocking through a door between the two rooms... 

He gave Mike part of his morning sandwich - as he said, we can't have the host, but he can still give us bread, as it was in Jesus' day (though it did have ham on it...). And we partially reciprocated his washing of our feet on Maundy Thursday by giving him water for his itchy legs, from something he'd rubbed against on the way up.

See Marcus' entry today for another sacrament.